The Confessor of Christ, from shore to shore,
Honoured with solemn rite;
This day with merits full, his labours o'er.
Went to his seat in light.

Holy and innocent were all his ways;
Sweet, temperate, unstained;
His life was prayer - his every breath was praise;
While breath to him remained.

Oft' times have miracles in many a land,
His sanctify displayed;
And still does health return at his command,
To many a frame decayed

Therefore to him triumphant praise we pay,
And yearly songs renew;
Praying our glorious Saint for us to pray,
All the long ages through.

To God, of all the centre and the source,
Be power and glory given;
Who sways the mighty world through all its course,
From the bright throne of Heaven.